![]() ![]() The one thing he knew he couldn't do was call for backup. ![]() He didn't know whether to trust her claim or not. The whore's perfume was filling the car and he rolled his window down. Bosch didn't know what he expected to see. They stared at the garage for several moments. Wooden staircase up the side, light over the door. There was a garage behind the house with an apartment above it. Pull up so you can see down the drive."īosch tapped the gas pedal and the Caprice moved forward and crossed the entrance to the driveway.īosch stopped the car. A man could be standing there on the porch and Bosch knew he probably wouldn't be able to see him. Instead, the house cast a foreboding darkness about it that not even the glow from the streetlight could penetrate. But no light shone behind the glass, not even from above the doorway. It was an old California Craftsman with a full front porch and two dormer windows set on the long slope of the roof. The house in Silverlake was dark, its windows as empty as a dead man's eyes. ![]()
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